Indecisiveness at its finest.

[hypercompetent]

I'm gonna make this real easy for you, mun. Ready? 

 

1. Go to the Pokémon game. You know, being the very best, fulfilling your muse's very childhood dreams. No big deal. 

2. Go to a sex game. Particularly if there's one populated by strawberry blondes.

...What, stop looking at me like that! It'd be awesome, and really, you gotta get over that crippling fear of the word--wow, you won't even type it, really? I'm just saying, I'm living in a world where I could literally die any minute and I could die a virgin. That is unacceptable on like fifty different levels. Fifty shades of no.

Okay, okay, cringing. So look. Decision made. Go for the Pokémon game. Just please stop being so damn indecisive, because you're driving me nuts, and that takes some effort. 

-Stiles. 

PS: That domestic one where you end up married? No. 
PPS: Making doe eyes at your boyfriend to bring He Who Must Not Be Named Lest He Appear to said domestic game? Also no. 

PPPS: Stop second guessing yourself, while you're at it. It sucks being me but you're kind of good at it. 

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[anticonvulsant]

You guys are gross.